theres no reality in ya shit just rhymin stories like dr.seuss//
you sit down while i run circles on ya like duck duck goose//

you lost this is tha only truth, ima add a one to ya L side//
add a one to my left side,wit 5 cocks you still cant win by dickride//

play hide and seek wit yaself and he can't find his own tecniqes//
spit at me? I'd crack you up like faucets that seap and leak//

you speak I'll eat ya words like it was that alphabet soup//
you did bring ya 'A'-Game but too bad ya 'A'lpha is Lose//

theres no way you can choose its a 5-0 for me a ko for you//
suck so bad ya own mouth boos you when you walk through the room//

so walk to the store buy some tobacco then try and spit sick//
aint commin hard just movin ya tougne too much, fag just does french kiss//

ya best diss was when ya repeated what knuckles spit at ya//
the reason i battled is the only way i made sicness be a facta//

ya punches are old and played like fightin games on old atari//
childish ass flows is really only herd on cd's made from barney//

knock off my 2 last barz and still make par you goin for bogey//
this flow is gonna give ya tha blues more than chessey macaroni//

burn ya like a stogie tha smell of ya ashes will still stink and lingers//
cuz afta this you'll still stay at five and neva change like fingers//(wack)

oh well at work let me go back and do my job........spit before midnight est